I am love
I am hate
I am everything in between
I am the whisper in the wind
A fleeting thought
A desperate prayer
I was and I wasn’t
Upon your lips
I am a moment.

I am crimson blood flowing violent love
Between your pillars
I claim you
And death may come.
I am unafraid
Miraculous,
I am you
Inside me.
Neither love
Nor hate
I am nothing in between
I am no longer
Not a figment
Nor a spirit
Not even a speck upon your universe

He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park.
Kinda worried my blue collar might
stain the white one he wears so well...
But he likes the way my perfume smells
(I don't tell him it's from Walmart)
when it lingers on his pillows
and I like the way his sweaters fit me
(my favorite's his from college).
He holds my hand in public
and folds my clothes after ***,
I hide under the blankets
as he gets ready for work.
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park
but he tells me I'm just what he needs.
So maybe I'll leave my toothbrush in his bathroom
and a dress in his closet,
maybe get comfy (or frisky) on the couch,
maybe I'll let him say "we" a few times,
I might even try it out,
We
Us
maybe add some future words,
Will
Should
Next summer
Next Christmas.
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park
but We
say, "I love you"

I know
you're not reading this
Not right now
But I want to say
I'm trying
to process things
I'm trying
to figure you out
And to see
if there might be
something to this
If you might be
someone I could be with
Someone that might
light me up
someday
Can you communicate
on my level?
I mean
Can you speak to my
sadness
that I sometimes live with
Or is that a place
you don't want to go
Because so far
we're just kind of
having fun
which is good
But I will need more
Because
I don't come
packaged neatly
with a bow
Not anymore.

I made a wrong choice
I miss him
I'm jealous
I want him
I need him
I only want to talk to him

He makes me smile
He makes me laugh
He makes me happy
He doesn't love me
He can't anymore

I left him
I made a bad choice
He doesn't care
He made the right choice
I'm not okay
He's not in love
We are apart
Forever.

These walls are wet
Where I've kept
Myself entombed
Too long.
Shoulder to stone
I'll push and wiggle
Until the light is warm,
Until the dark is gone.

I step unseen
From the grotto
Where I wallowed
With my song;
The stupor echoes
Of my voice,
The only voice,
Of an aria
That went wrong.

The music's sounding
Better now,
I'm distanced from
My cave;
I'll keep moving
East for now,
For westward
Is my grave.

The came down from their misty mountain hold
Short of stature but oh so bold
Helms of beaten iron on their heads
Belts of gold on girded waist
Sword Axe and hammer, the tools of war
Oaken shields also worn
They came to beard the dragon in his lair
Bring rescue to a maiden fair
Held in fear against her will
In that rancid caven deep in the hill
Each warrior knew of the danger faced
But would not retreat as coward disgraced
When the searing flame of hell released
Would burn the hair and singe the face
For these were warriors of a race so old
They the dwarves from the misty mountain holds

unaware,oblivious
you're constantly talking
talking is not required
kiss me

It picked her up like a
helpless little leaf.
And didn't even mind
That she was really trying.
Selfish
Nature.

The room started spinning
Her mind went numb.
She felt nothing.
And she felt it everywhere.
Spinning.
Dizzy.
And then it stopped and she

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